The Wind and the Palm

The moon hangs low in the evening sky
Like a creasent tear drop from a palm tree's leaves
And I stop to watch as night creeps by
As the breath of the ocean lets loose its breeze

And It seems to me those sad palm leaves
Are crying deep into the wind
Their only friend who can listen forever
Complaining to the breeze just how they're pinned

How they can't float free
Across the sea
Just to hear about it later

Or how they want to fly
In the morning sky
To something they see as so much greater

And again the wind begins it's sigh
Though sad for its self in this blue midnight
Because the palm reminded him of his own desires
His never ending search the search for sight

The wind, he wanted to be seen
Told he had a look more inspiring than dawn
Words of grace and limitless beauty
The wind just wanted to be drawn

He told the palm about his woes
Wanting only to be seen
He wanted color vibrant and bold
Wanting just a bit of the palm tree's green

I heard them plot and plan all night
And when the sun began to rise
Their plan took action in a miraculous way
And then right there before my eyes

The winds did blow and start to gust
Swooping in with the greatest care
The wind plucked off a sinlge branch
And lifted it up into the air

That palm leaf soared to the highest point
So far to where the air had thinned
And resting there on top of the world
I could finally see that palm green wind